Afghanistan Burning
Afghanistan burning, though most is not,
Having surrendered without a shot,
Their President is their “Sheamus a Chac”
Who fled and flew without looking back,
The west wrings its hands, what can they do,
As they did to the Kurds when they were no more use too,
The flames and the smoke and the dust will subside,
The living bury the dead where hope itself has died.
